1. Wow, you actually used a bookmobile! Our town had one, but we lived within walking distance of the library, so it didn’t feature in my childhood. How cool!

    The poem you quote is glorious.

    • Yes, ’cause I’m an ancient artifact like that. πŸ™‚

      I love that poem. Note the roadster, which reminds me of Nancy Drew capers. And the references to traveling to and fro in time, as a memoirist is wont to do. Here’s the whole thing, in case you’re interested.

      Song for a Blue Roadster
      by Rachel Filed
      Fly, Roadster, fly!
      The sun is high,
      Gold are the fields
      We hurry by,
      Green are the woods
      As we slide through
      Past harbor and headland,
      Blue on blue.

      Fly, Roadster, fly!
      The hay smells sweet,
      And the flowers are fringing
      Each village street,
      Where carts are blue
      And barns are red,
      And the road unwinds
      Like a twist of thread.

      Fly, Roadster, fly!
      Leave Time behind;
      Out of sight
      Shall be out of mind.
      Shine and shadow
      Blue sea, green bough,
      Nothing is real
      But Here and Now.

  2. See? Sea?

    Melodye, I read the piece of the poem you had on this entry, and was brought up short by one word in this line:

    “Blue see, green bough,”

    … and wondered if maybe it should be “sea”… or maybe there is some definition of “see” that I am not aware of, one which can be blue.

    But with the magic of Google, I found this site:

    http://dailypoemsandpaintings.blogspot.com/2010/10/road-trip.html

    … which had the full poem, and it is in fact “sea”.

    I’m kind of disappointed — I was hoping for a new word! — PL

    • Re: See? Sea?

      What would we writers do without critique partners/editors? Fortunately, you’ve made this a rhetorical question. And thanks to you, that typo’s fixed! πŸ™‚

      (Good on you for believing there might be a pony in that pile!)

      • Re: See? Sea?

        Melodye, I had also meant to mention that the very day you posted this blog entry, I went upstairs to Jeannine’s writing room (I think to bring her the latte — large, whole milk, no sugar — I had just gone out to get for her at Dunkin’ Donuts), and she had by her side an old children’s book of poetry, from her own childhood. Synchronicity! — PL

  3. Ohh, that sounds like so much fun. I’m glad you are able to enjoy voice lessons again! My son had a similar experience with pitching, where he had a sore tendon that required rest before he could pitch again. It’s amazing how much more you enjoy doing what you love when you’re forced to take a break from it for a bit.

  4. Oh, the illustrations are beautiful. I love when you find an old book and you can remember exactly where you read it..what was going on in your life at the time, etc. They are like your own personal time capsules.

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